In the script task, find the Mohist machine technique Thousand Machines (Kill) and assemble it to obtain a complete prop card.
Task time: no limit.
Mission era: no limit.
Mission background: China.
Passive skill; Mohist mechanism.
The holder can obtain the primary organ category identification and the ability to crack the organ.
Active skill: Thousand Keys
After consuming 20 basic points, you will get the Thousand Machine Key after activation, which can open all locks.
(Note: Except for the thighs of the chaste martyr, there is no lock that I can’t open!!)
The information entry on the item card appeared in front of me.
In response, Xu Tong shouted: "Blood loss!!"
"This is worth 600 script points??"
A lock-picking skill and the ability to detect traps.
When it comes to exhibitions, it can’t be more than 100 script points.
But the appraisal fee alone is as high as 600 script points, which is outrageous.
Seeing the pained look on Xu Tong's face, Amei finally showed a smile: "If you feel it's a loss, you can give it back to me, 2,000 script points, how about it."
"Not much."
Xu Tong rejected the proposal without thinking.
These two skills are not valuable, but it does not mean that this prop card is garbage. Its real value is that it comes with a task, and this task itself must be of extraordinary value.
Because there are prop cards with missions, I happen to have one in my hand, and that is [Source]
Although it is not clear whether this kind of prop card is really rare, except for [Source], this is the second time I have seen a prop card with a mission, so even if it is left in the prop book and occupies a precious prop card slot,
Xu Tong will not get rid of it easily.
"Humph, you still have some brains."
Amei snorted coldly and took away the other prop cards on the table.
Then he looked at the time: "It's time for you to go in. I wish you good luck."
Xu Tong looked at the time, nodded and prepared to walk into the hall.
"Hello!"
At this time, Amei called to Xu Tong: "Take this away! Give it to me when you come back."
Amei said this and threw the paper crane that Xu Tong quietly left on the bar to Xu Tong.
After Xu Tong casually caught the paper crane, he was startled, looked at A-mei thoughtfully, nodded, turned around and walked into the hall.
Usually there are always one or two people arriving early in the lobby.
But today, it was deserted and there was no one around.
Time passed by minute by second, and Xu Tong sat on the chair with his eyes closed and waited.
"Crack!!"
At this time, the sound of the door being pushed open came. Xu Tong opened his eyes and unexpectedly saw a thin figure standing in front of the door.
"Hey, it's you!"
The thin young man in front of me is the man who replaced my sister at the bar the last time I came here.
At this moment, he had put on a set of tight black leather armor, with two daggers stuck in his waist. His silver hair and pale skin, combined with this outfit, gave him the style of a medieval ranger.
"You can call me Mr. Taiwan. As the host of this show, I will be fully responsible for the running of this script."
Mr. Tai took out a rose from his sleeve and bowed slightly like a conductor at the opening of a concert, even though Xu Tong was the only audience in the audience.
"Now, please follow me."
Xu Tong stood up and followed Mr. Tai into the door behind him.
It is completely different from the last few times I entered. There are many glass cabinets in the bright corridor.
There are all kinds of strange things stored in every glass cabinet.
"These are my collections. There are winners and losers among them. Oh, please allow me to introduce to you, my favorite friend, Ms. Zhang."
Mr. Tai didn't seem to be in any hurry to lead Xu Tong into the world of scripts. Instead, he deliberately slowed down and pointed to the broken sword in the glass cabinet beside him.
"She is an excellent player. Perhaps she has learned dance since she was a child, which gave her a perfect figure and elegant lines. She always likes to associate swordsmanship with dance. I have reminded her many times that martial arts and dance Dancing is not the same path, but she didn't seem to listen, so..."
Mr. Tai's fingers passed through the glass display case and gently touched the broken sword.
Suddenly a dark red light spread quickly on the broken sword, and then a beam of light burst out and reflected on the glass.
Then Xu Tong saw a terrifying scene. A man holding a big sword slashed down with no expression on his face. The scene was blurry for a moment, but if you listen carefully, you can even hear the tearing sound of bones and internal organs shattering. .
"It's a pity that she didn't follow my advice."
Mr. Tai continued to introduce the next item.
It was a skeleton with a thumb-sized hole on its forehead.
Under the guidance of Mr. Tai, Xu Tong saw the scene of the skeleton being killed, which was a girl with white skin and golden hair.
A few mountains away, the girl bent her bow and shot an arrow, killing a person dozens of miles away with one arrow.
Mr. Tai kept tapping these collections along the way.
Play out scenes of death.
There are even some death scenes that even Xu Tong found unbelievable.
For example, someone just looked in the mirror and was sucked in by the mirror. When he spit it out again, only a pile of bones was left.
But Xu Tong soon found what these death scenes had in common.
"They were all killed by other players!"
Mr. Tai raised his eyebrows slightly, looked back at Xu Tong and cast a complimentary look.
At this time, Xu Tong suddenly stopped, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and he stared intently at the items in the display cabinet in front of him.
What I saw in the glass cabinet was a mass of sarcoma.
"This guy is dead!"
Xu Tong frowned and couldn't help but think of the scene of being chased by this guy outside the White Horse Temple.
He also has a very deep understanding of this guy's methods.
It can be immune to damage to a great extent and transfer its own damage to a separate piece of flesh and blood.
With this weird method, his survivability should be extremely strong. How was he killed?
"Um!!"
Mr. Tai noticed Xu Tong's gaze and walked forward to look at the display cabinet. The smile on his lips turned contemptuous: "Stupid guy, always self-righteous."
As he spoke, he clicked on the tumor.
Xu Tong's doubts were finally answered.
Under the light of the death replay, a man with his bare upper body waving his fists expressionlessly.
It was just the most ordinary fist. The fist was not fast at all, and it came down one after another.
But with every punch, a sound like something breaking could be heard.
It's muscle.
It was the sound of this guy's muscles being smashed by fists.
The screams continued, and Xu Tong saw him desperately resisting under the man's fist, but no matter what method he used, this muscular man never even moved his eyebrows, even if he was poked out. There was no movement in the eyes or face.
He raised his fists mechanically and his concentration was terrifying.
It seems that there is only one thing left in this world, which is to use your fists to smash the man in front of you to death bit by bit.
Cutting flesh with a dull knife is undoubtedly the most painful thing. Perhaps the strong vitality has become a kind of pain at this time.
The picture ended quickly. It wasn't that it was gone, but Mr. Tai closed the picture, because it was destined to be a long process, and they didn't have much time to appreciate the death picture of this idiot.
Xu Tong kept paying attention to the things in the surrounding display cabinets, as if he was looking for something.
But perhaps due to omissions, or perhaps not qualified enough, he did not find Yang Zixuan's belongings here.
When the door at the end of the corridor was opened, only a black door appeared in front of Xu Tong. The black door was stained with various bloody handprints.
"Oh, a kind reminder, if you can't confirm whether the other party is a hunter or prey, my suggestion is... shoot first!"
Mr. Tai looked at Xu Tong with a smile and reminded him.
"You are right, but I am not a talented person when it comes to shooting."
Xu Tong's response made Mr. Tai's smile freeze, and he quickly narrowed his eyes again: "Then you have to run faster. People who can't be hunters will always be treated as prey."
"As you wish."
Xu Tong didn't want to continue to talk about these big principles in front of Mr. Tai, so he walked to the black door, took a deep breath, slowly opened the door and walked in.
However, just as he walked into the door, a strong sense of crisis hit him, causing him to subconsciously raise his hand to block it in front of his chest. At that moment, a gray palm poked out from the darkness and grasped it firmly. On his wrist, a rotten face was revealed in the dim light: "Welcome to hell!"
As he spoke, Xu Tong's figure suddenly fell into the darkness and gradually disappeared.
"Hey!"
Seeing that Xu Tong had disappeared behind the gate, Mr. Tai curled his lips and snapped his fingers.
A woman appeared behind Mr. Tai. The woman wore light makeup, but her charm could not be concealed. She was like a succubus in hell. Every move she made gave people a sense of fatal temptation.
"Boss, do you really want this kid to die in confusion? This seems to be against the rules. If the higher-ups find out, I can't afford it."
"Kill him and no one above will know."
Mr. Tai turned around, pinched the woman's delicate face, and took out a strange black claw from his arms. The claw seemed to be covered with blue scales, and a faint light appeared in Mr. Tai's hand.
"Remember, that prop card is bound to his soul. Bring the soul back with you. After the event is completed, I can give you what you want, freedom."
After hearing the word freedom, the woman finally made up her mind, took the strange claw from Mr. Tai's hand, and followed Xu Tong into the black door.